When my eyes crack open, I feel a throbbing in my temples and groan. The sun is a little too bright as I sit up, although for some reason my back doesn't hurt as much.

(I was pretty relaxed when we finally crashed out. There wasn't a drop of champagne left.)

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." Says August.

"Ugh. How are you so chipper?" I answer.

"Because I downed two bottles of water before passing out. Never let alcohol be the last thing on your stomach."

"I could have used that advice last night."

"You're not the only one with a headache, okay? Let's keep things down." Adds Neal.

"We've got some lightweights here, Regina." Killian says mocking.

"I can see that." She answers.

I turn to see regina in the middle of her breakfast, sitting next to Killian on a log, and when our eyes meet, I'm surprised to see her smile. It's small, a little more reserved than last night, but the good mood seems to have carried over.

"I'm afraid there's no hangover cures in the first aid kit." Says the doctor.

"Hair of the dog's the way to go." States Killian.

"Which would work if we had any of it left to drink." Expresses Graham.

"Emma, come eat." Orders Regina.

"More tomatoes again?" Asks Neal.

"You just gotta get creative with it, Neal. I used one of the can lids to chop mine up and it's a lot better mixed together." Answers August.

"… I'll take your word for it." He replies.

I squeeze into the space between Regina and August, washing down breakfast with one of the bottles of water from the ship. It's room temperature, but at least the seal on the cap survived the crash.

(We've got so much stuff sitting out in the open now, though. What if an animal comes to get it in the middle of the night? There's no way to store things in the ruins if everything's just going to crumble apart.)

"What's on the agenda today, Killian?" I demand.

"Well, these cans won't last forever. And tomatoes can't be the only thing in our bellies. Honestly, I was thinking we might go hunting."

"Shouldn't we find better shelter first? If we keep bringing supplies back to the ruins, we're going to have too much to carry somewhre else. And if it rains …"

"Everything could get washed out."

"We'll be fine. There hasn't been any kind of storm actually on the island." Expresses August.

"It's only been a couple days. There's rain in the tropics, dude." Responds Neal.

"And I'd rather not risk any more destruction to the architecture here." Adds Graham.

"Seems like Emma's made the best suggestion we've had all day." Concludes Regina.

There's no sarcastic bite to her voice, and I feel my face heat up when Regina's smile widens.

(Score one for me and a compliment. Just stop turning red, self.)

"What are you so happy about?" Asks me neal.

(Um.)

"We're making progress. A couple days ago we had no food or water, and now we've got both. All we need is a place to stay."

"… I guess that's true."

Neal gets distracted by August revving up his drone, sending Hope high up into the sky.

"We'll have an extra set of eyes looking for somewhere new. She can fly on ahead." Says August.

"I'd rather trust my own eyes. That toy can't tell us if a place is liveable." Tells Killian.

"I think we should use all the resources at our disposal, captain. Besides, otherwise the drone is just another weight to carry." Says Graham.

Killian lets out a grunt of protest but refrains from making any other comment about the drone.

"Let's start getting things packed up, then. We're burning daylight." Declares Killian.